Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.